Chapter 566 Breaking the City

"Retreat! Retreat!" The armored cavalry officer called out to the soldiers behind him. He did not turn around to look at Pulgolia who was getting closer and closer, because he was armed to the teeth, his whole body and face were wrapped in heavy chain mail, with only the gaps between his two eyes showing.

There was clear fear in those eyes. No matter how elite they were, even if a group charge could turn Augusta Avenue into a sea of ​​blood and corpses, it would be meaningless.

It's ridiculous, but so true. It may be an insult, and even the irony is so vivid: Augusta is walking on Augusta Avenue under the escort of the people.

The soldiers guarding the capital retreated repeatedly on Augusta Avenue, while Hermanus' soldiers pressed Purgolia forward unhindered.

"Hermanus has reached the city walls! They are holding Augusta hostage."

The successive bad news made everyone present gasp. They all turned their eyes to Marcian, who was standing in the front and staring at the Luga army below in a daze.

How a so-called "Augustus" or a husband should deal with his inner emotions after such a blow became a common problem faced by all the officers present.

How should Marcian stay calm? Luga was watching his joke from below. Everyone knew that if Marcian didn't take action, the situation would be hopeless, or he would be at the end of his rope. No matter how hard he tried, it would be a futile struggle.

Marcian's archers turned to face the chaotic crowd below.

"Rebellion! Rebellion! Rebellion!"

Citizens were mixed among the soldiers. They raised their wooden sticks and pointed them at the defenders on the city wall. The defenders who were originally resisting the invasion from outside the city had to point their spears at the citizens behind them.

"Oh my God, I saw a flood that submerged Constantine's city." Some panicked archers whispered to each other, and everyone's hands were shaking.

If they were asked to do it, who would be able to do it? Not to mention that Augusta was located in the middle of the crowd, a considerable number of the protesters were family members of the defenders. No matter how hard-hearted a person is, he would not kill his family members because of an uncertain mission.

The guards under the city were squeezed into a ball, and they really didn't dare to attack the people in front of them.

"Look, look!"

Hermanus was lifted up by the soldiers at the back and stood at the front of the crowd. He raised the parchment in his hand and said to everyone, "Marcian is a traitor. He usurped the position that originally belonged to Flavius ​​Luca. What merits and qualifications does he have? He is just a bastard who shows off his power between a woman's legs."

Then, Hermanus read aloud Theodosius's will. The scene was surprisingly quiet at this time. Everyone was listening carefully to the contents of the edict said by Hermanus. There was no doubt that everyone present was excited about this, and everyone wanted to know the truth of the matter.

They now knew the truth from Hermanus, that Marcian was the real "rebel".

"Slander, this is total slander." On the city wall, Marcian finally exploded after forbearing. This poor man, perhaps the pressure in his heart had reached a critical point, and he finally couldn't bear it anymore and all his grievances and anger were ignited under the spark of this opportunity, and the entire powder keg was ignited!

"Liar, liar! There is no will of Theodosius, it's all lies, they are offending and fooling the masses, but they don't know it." Marcian roared, like a mad beast, he turned and rushed to the innermost layer of the city wall, snatched the composite bow of an archer, and drew the bow and arrow. His eyes were red, and his gaze was fixed on Hermanus who was inciting people to revolt below.

What was Marcian feeling at this moment? Anger, confusion, or sadness. In short, all the negative emotions enveloped him, making him regret his decision and beat his chest.

But he could not let his violent emotions be exposed to the world, at least not in front of the soldiers standing beside him, because no one was willing to trust the orders of a madman who had lost his mind.

"You forced me to do this, Hermanus, a loyal general under Theodosius. You just chose the wrong side, you fool!" Marcian sighed softly, a tear slid down his weathered face. A tear made this ambitious supreme commander of the garrison force look so much older in an instant.

"Look out, Hermanus, look out!"

Some citizens accidentally saw that Marcian on the city wall had already pulled the bowstring, and the sharp arrow was pointing directly at Hermanus, who was particularly conspicuous in the crowd.

"laugh!"

Hermanus paused for only a moment, and before he could react, the arrow that flew out from Marcian's hand pierced his throat like a lightning. His roar stopped abruptly at that moment, and the splattering blood dyed the faces of the soldiers below red.

Like a towering lighthouse collapsing to the ground, Hermanus fell backwards in full view of everyone, supported by dozens of strong arms below.

Just like a precious item, people called out Hermanus' name and held him gently in their arms. No one could hold back their tears. They prayed in their hearts that God would not take this veteran away, but fate was unavoidable.

The poor old man had an arrow piercing his neck. He couldn't breathe and was suffocated by the blood-stained arrow and was helpless.

"Father! Father!" Belialiu pushed aside the soldiers blocking his way and rushed to Hermanus' side. He grabbed Hermanus' hand tightly and called out in a hoarse voice, his eyes already blurred by tears.

"Basileus!"

"What, father, what are you talking about?"

"Ba…Bacellus!"

Using up almost his last bit of strength, the vitality finally drained away from Hermanus' body. He tried his best to stuff the blood-stained parchment into Belia's hand.

At this moment, the father and son finally moved in sync at the last moment of the father's life. Beliaru understood what Hermanus meant. He tightly grasped the parchment and nodded heavily at Hermanus, even though Hermanus' eyes had lost their life and became dull.

"Basileus! Basileus!"

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Inheriting the will of Hermanus, the soldiers and citizens called out to Basileus again and again, and turned to look at Marcian on the city wall, their tearful eyes emitting hatred.

"Mad! Mad!"

Marcian had already stopped crying, the burden of reality had finally overwhelmed this tall and strong man. I'm afraid no one could understand the despair and helplessness better than Marcian at this moment.

"What are you waiting for?" Marcian wiped away the tears from his eyes. He was so depressed that he wanted to ignite the flames of resistance. He had already wiped out the last of his conscience and roared at the soldiers beside him: "Slaughter them, kill these rebels!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The soldiers roared in anger, their hearts also twisted and struggling. The pain was almost suffocating. I am afraid there is no more painful torture in the world than this.

They drew their bows and arrows, aiming at the citizens below. No matter how many of them had been friends, relatives, or lovers, they were no longer friends. They were enemies, no doubt about it! Arrows rained down like raindrops, piercing the defenseless bodies below.

People kept falling to the ground screaming. Each of them had a confused and puzzled look in their eyes. Perhaps before they died, they were all wondering what kind of tyrant this so-called Augustus was.

"Attack! Attack!"

Facing the rain of arrows, Belialiu was completely enraged. He roared over and over again with his hoarse voice, and the sailors blew the horn of attack.

The killing and bloodshed completely enraged everyone. The citizens and sailors roared and lifted Pulgolia and Flavius's family members and courtiers above their heads, using them as human shields.

The woman's screams and the sound of arrows hitting flesh were quickly drowned out by the roar of the crowd. The ocean rolling under the storm roared, surging up huge waves, hitting the indestructible city wall.

"brush!"

Outside the city, Luca drew out his iron sword. Although he knew nothing about the situation inside, his intuition told him that Hermanus needed support! "Attack! Attack!"

Luca swung his sword directly at the wall of Constantinople in front of him, and the soldiers picked up ladders and rushed towards Constantinople.

(End of this chapter)